Ralph left the station later than usual, signs of stress clear on his face. He knew he was getting close, he could feel it. It was almost as if he was missing a single significant piece of the puzzle.
"Ugh, look at me, I'm getting so worked up about this." Ralph sighed.
A good night rest at home would help him. He didn't need to stress out about this. It was a late afternoon as he arrived home, the sun starting to set and the shadows rising.
He was at his front door when out of the corner of his eye he saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was simply paranoia but then he saw the movement again.
Nobody was near him, and the wind picked up slightly. An ominous silence invaded Ralph.
He patted his pocket checking to make sure he had his licensed pistol with him, feeling comforted as he felt it's weight in it's holster.
He unlocked the door and entered his home. The lights were off and everything seemed to be in place, everything normal.
He shrugged a bit as his shoulder started bugging him again, a dull ache ringing in his head. He went to his bathroom and looked in the mirror.
He was getting hairier. His arms were almost covered in a thick brown fur and his teeth were sharper than usual. Then he felt something uncomfortable in his pants. They started feeling tigger than normal.
Taking his pants and underwear off, Ralph gasped as he looked at his changed penis. It was a bright red and about six inches longer and bigger than before. A knot marked its halfway point and his dick had a canine point.
As he stared at his new equipment a loud noise in the kitchen startled him. Pulling his pants back up he readied his gun and left the bathroom.
In the kitchen Ralph found.....